Page 55 of Dark & Deceitful

Looking down the length of his muscular form, I zero in on his cock. It’s flagged a bit, not fully, but he’s not as hard as he once was, and there’s no residue of cum, only the sheen of precum on the head of his member.

He didn’t even finish, which means…

“I passed out,” I amend.

“Yes.” He chuckles. “You came really fuckin’ hard.”

Blinking a dozen times, I wet my lips and heave a wrung-out sigh. “Gee. I wonder why.”

“It was stunning. You’re stunning.” Sitting on the bed beside me, Dark lightly traces his fingers up and down my form.Goosebumps pebble in his wake. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, I squeeze them together to keep him from going any further.

A noise of disapproval percolates in his throat, and he nudges them apart. “Now. Now,” he teases, drawing a single digit through my soaked slit to my core, where he swirls around my entrance. “I’m gonna fill you with my cum tonight. But… right now, I’ll settle for a kiss and another shower.” Leaning over, Dark caresses my lips with his own before dropping the sweetest peck there, and I melt like a fool, because this is… not what I expected. He delivers a second swipe before he rights himself and offers me his hand, palm up, patient and waiting. “Let’s go. Do you think you can stand?”

With Dark’s help, I sit up and scoot to the edge of the mattress, where he pulls me to my feet, and my legs wobble like a newborn colt. Chuckling to himself, my ex curls an arm around my shoulder as we slowly make our way to the shower, which is still running. Whoopsie.

No words are exchanged this time as we bathe with the complimentary shower supplies. Dark washes himself with a washcloth as I scrub my face and hair. When I move to switch places so he can bathe in hot water, Dark steals my washcloth out of my hand and pumps the neutral-scented body wash on the rag. “Let me wash you.” He suds up the cloth and doesn’t wait for me to reply when he drags the soapy fabric across my throat and down through the valley of breasts to the intricate tattoo low on my belly, where our birds stand on the skull. He washes my raven with the utmost fascination, then his.

“I miss you,” he whispers to himself. “I miss you every day.”

My heart clenches at the admission, but I don’t respond because there’s nothing to say. We have tonight. We don’t deserve it, and it’s wrong, but we have it. It’s here. Things will be different tomorrow, and I’m okay with that. I can move on,knowing we had a moment. And for that special moment, things are good.

Dark cleanses me with care. When he reaches my pussy, he doesn’t cross any lines for once and gives her the attention she needs, despite his hard-on.

When we’re through, we dry together in the small bathroom, sharing shy looks and small smiles before we return to the bedroom, clean and refreshed. When I sprawl out on the bed, we don’t speak as Dark retrieves the chocolate cake from a fancy cart that was somehow delivered when we were otherwise occupied. Naked, I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as he coats his erection in the sugary goodness. With one hand to keep his cock from swinging and making a mess, he uses the other to carry the chocolate cake to the bedside table, where he sets it before he kneels on the bed by my head.

Dark points his frosting-and-cake-coated dick at me and urges me over with the crook of his finger. My mouth waters, and I lick my lips as I scoot closer, my stomach giddy with anticipation. Carefully, as I lay back and tilt my head to the side, he positions himself and presses the tip of his cock to my mouth.

Eyes briefly sliding closed in nervous pleasure, I part my lips and welcome him inside. The tang of precum and chocolate coats my tongue as he slowly fucks into my mouth with shallow thrusts. Dark’s thighs quiver as I watch his hooded eyes watch where his cock disappears. His lips part in such wonder, and raspy gasps erupt as the heat of my mouth draws him deeper.

Dark brushes my cheek with such reverence my nose burns with the urge to cry. “Beautiful.” He bites his wrecked bottom lip, and I swirl my tongue around his thick glans, gathering all the precum from the tip.

“That’s it,” he groans, sliding his shaft deeper. “Fuck.”

Wanting this to be the best blow job he’s had in years, I suck him, lick him, and let him fuck my mouth however he pleases,and it turns me on. My pussy aches, and my clit sparks to life as he uses me, my mouth, my body. I grow hotter and hotter until I can’t take it anymore and slip a hand between my legs for relief as my heels dig into the mattress.

Dark bats my touch away. “No. That’s for me.”

I growl in frustration around his erection.

Tapping my cheek, he gestures to his face. “Up here.”

Obeying, I make eye contact.

Pulling his cock from my mouth, Dark traces the bow of my lips with the tip. “I will take care of you, babe. Now suck my dick.” He slides in until he breaches the back of my throat, and my eyes widen at the loss of air. Cupping my head, he holds me in place. “It looks pretty in your mouth.” Dark brushes two fingers across the apple of my cheek. “You’re gorgeous.”

For as long as he desires, Dark fucks my mouth. In and out, slow and steady. His body shudders, his nostrils flare, and he moans but never comes. Over and over, he recoats his shaft in chocolate cake and feeds it to me. I savor it. The flavor, the smooth glide, the connection. I don’t think, I feel, and when I rub my legs together, needing some friction, needing more, Dark pulls out, goes to the bathroom, washes up, and returns to fuck me.

All night, we kiss, we connect, and we come.

I lose count of how many times he gets me off.

And when he fills me with cum, I want more.

Need more.

Crave it.

Stomach flat on the bed, his body hovering over mine, Dark’s body stiffens as he pours another load into me, and I sigh at the pulse of his cock emptying, at his hot breath on my neck, and his scent, our scent, hanging in the air, making me high, or maybe that’s the orgasms talking.

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